The Stones Watch
Splintered light adourns the grimaced sky
Below stone golems bow in reverance
Timeless relics reaching from earth driven binds
To touch the prismed light in flight
Silent stones that whisper
like children in the corn
Praising the light that died with time
and slowly cradles the chiselled tears
of natures bitter end
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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